but what do i mean, he wondered - i, to whom cerenomies are suspect, and religion's dead; who don't fit in anywhere? he paused. there was the glass in his hand; in his mind a sentence. and he wanted to make other sentences. but how can i he thought unless i know what's solid, what's true; in my life, in other people's lives?
virginia w. - the years
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